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BOSTON: 

J Iub!i^hed  by  H.  V.  DEGEN  & SON,  31  Cornh.il  I ♦ 
Philadelphia:  F.  P«k«rp^n.  h .milton.C.  W.:  Rev.  Thomas  Campbell.  Halifax,  N.  S.:  Kev.J.  Mcllurray. 


Manchester,  Eng.:  W.  Bre  nner  & Co. 


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FOR  THE  SABBATH  SCHOOL. 

BIT  HCTJLIj, 

Author  of  the  “ Star  of  the  East,”  “ Camp  Meeting  Melodist,”  &c. 


BOSTON: 

IPu.blish.ed  by  H.  'V.  X>EGf-BlSr  Sc  SON,  SI  Comhill. 
Philadelphia:  P.  Peterson.  Hamilton,  C.  W. : Rev.  Thomas  Campbell.  Halifax,  N.  S.:  Rev.  J.  McMurray. 

Manchester,  Eng. : W.  Bremner  & Co. 


In  presenting  the  Sabbath  School  Gem  to  the  musical  public,  we  do  not  feel  called  upon 
to  prove  that  appropriate  Music  is  a great  auxiliary  in  Sabbath  School  teaching — for  at  the  pres- 
ent day  its  beneficial  effects  are  so  generally  acknowledged  that  the  question  is  not  whether  Music 
shall  be  introduced  into  the  Sabbath  School,  but,  among  the  multitude  of  this  class  of  books,  which 
is  the  best  adapted  to  our  particular  field  of  labor? 

Neither  pains  nor  expense  have  been  spared  to  make  the  Sabbath  School  Gem  a practi- 
cal work,  and  we  confidently  expect  it  will  become  a general  favorite. 

Some  attention  has  been  given  to  the  arrangement  of  Solos,  Duets,  Semi-choruses,  &c.,  for 
the  sake  of  variety ; still  it  is  expected  that  those  having  charge  of  the  Singing  will  be  able  to 
adapt  the  Music  to  the  circumstances  under  which  it  is  to  be  performed,  better  than  any  general 
directions  that  can  be  given  — singing  full  Chorus  where  the  directions  maybe  Solo  or  Semi- 
chorus, and  vice  versa,  should  such  changes  seem  desirable. 

The  Music  has  been  written  in  keys  which  will  facilitate  its  performance  as  a general  rule, 
yet  under  some  circumstances  tunes  written  in  sharps  might  be  played  in  flat  keys,  thus  making  it 
easier  for  those  who  are  not  able  to  sing  very  high,  or  flat  keys  changed  to  sharps  if  found  too  low, 
without  any  inconvenience  to  the  player. 

A pleasing  effect  may  be  had  by  singing  the  tunes  Shall  we  meet  ? 80th  page,  and  its  answer 
Yes,  we’ll  meet,  81st  page,  alternately  one  verse  of  each,  c r if  preferred,  sing  one  or  more  verses  of 
the  latter  after  singing  the  former  through.  If  convenient,  the  first  four  lines  of  the  Children’s 
Jubilee,  82d  page,  should  be  sung  by  the  adults  or  older  members  of  the  School,  the  children  sing- 
ing the  Chorus  ; all  might  join  in  the  repetition  of  the  Chorus  if  great  care  be  taken  not  to  sing 
too  loud.  A variety  of  like  suggestions  might  be  made,  but  are  considered  unnecessary. 

Hoping  the  Sabbath  School  Gem  will  be  the  means  of  doing  much  good,  it  is  respect- 
fully submitted  to  the  inspection  of  all  those  interested  in  Sabbath  School  Music. 

THE  AUTHOR. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1863,  by  A.  HULL,  in  the  Clerk’s  Office  of  the  District 
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1.  In  life’s  bright  morning  learn  to  sing,  Sing,  sing,  sing  God’s  praise; 

Be  - fore  thy  years  their  cares  do  bring,  Sing,  sing,  . . (omit)  . . sing  his  praise. 
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When  age  appears  and  shadows  come,  &c. 
And  as  you  near  your  liaav’nly  home,  &c. 
Ever  keep  his  promise  near, 

And  walk  with  humble  Godly  fear — 
And  in  thy  calm  and  riper  days. 

Sing,  sing,  sing  God’s  praise. 


3.  Let  all  unite  to  praise  the  Lord,  &c. 
For  all  the  blessings  of  his  word,  &c. 
Sound  aloud  your  maker’s  name, 
And  all  his  mercies  now  proclaim,— 
Let  heart  and  voice  in  joyful  lays, 
Sing,  sing,  sing  God’s  praise. 

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What  are  you  saying  ? 

Speak  ne’er  a word  of  wrong 
Working  or  playing. 

Speak  but  for  love  and  truth — 
Holy  and  winning : 

In  the  sweet  bloom  of  youth, 
Heaven’s  song  beginning. 

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Little  feet,  little  feet, 

Where  are  you  moovingf 
Let  not  the  tempter  meet 
Steps  idly  roving ! 


Walk  where  the  good  have  trod, 
Heavenward  before  you ; 
Christ’s  feet  have  pressed  the  sod. 
He  watches  o’er  you. 

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Little  heart,  little  heart, 

Seeking  God’s  altar — 
Choosing  the  better  part — 

O,  do  not  falter ! 

Gentle,  and  wise,  and  pure, 

All  to  him  given  ; 

Thine  is  the  promise  sure 
“Written  in  heaven.” 


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No  night  shall  be  in  Heaven — Forbid  to  sleep, 
These  eyes  no  more  their  mournful  vigils  keep ; 
Their  fountains  dried,  their  tears  all  wiped  away, 
They  gaze  undazzled  on  eternal  day. 

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No  night  shall  be  in  Heaven — No  sorrow’s  reign, 
No  secret  anguish,  no  corporeal  pain ; 

No  shivering  limbs,  no  burning  fever  there; 

No  sonl’s  eclipse,  no  winter  of  despair. 


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No  night  shall  be  in  Heaven — but  endless  noon ; 
No  fast-declining  sun,  nor  waning  moon ; 

But  there  the  Lamb  shall  yield  perpetual  light ; 
’Mid  pastures  green,  and  waters  ever  bright. 

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No  night  shall  be  in  Heaven ! O had  I faith 
To  rest  in  what  the  faithful  Witness  saith,  [flee, 
That  faith  should  make  these  hideous  phantoms 
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Sec  every  one  arrayed ; 

Dwelling  in  everlasting  light, 

And  joys  that  never  fade. 

Singing  glory,  &c. 

3. 

What  brought  them  to  that  world  above'? 

That  heaven  so  bright  and  fair, 

Where  all  is  peace,  and  jov,  and  love  ; — 
How  came  those  children  there  ? 
Singing  glory,  &c. 


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Because  the  Saviour  shed  his  blood, 

To  wash  away  their  sin  ; 

Bathed  in  that  pure  and  precious  flood, 
Behold  them  white  and  clean  ! 

Singing  glory,  &c. 

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On  earth  they  sought  the  Saviour’s  grace, 
On  earth  they  loved  his  name  ; 

So  now  they  see  his  blessed  face, 

And  stand  before  the  Lamb, 

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Of  its  towers  like  daz  - ling  sun  - light,  With  its  sweet  and  peace  - ful  streams. 

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5.  When  we’ve  passed  that  vale  of  shadows. 
With  its  dark  and  chilling  tide; 

In  that  bright  and  glorious  city 
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We  have  seen  them  leave  our  side, 
With  our  Saviour  we  shall  meet  them, 
When  we  too  have  crossed  the  tide. 


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And  be  always  kind  and  true ; 

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“ Remember  thy  Creator” 

While  youth’s  fair  spring  is  bright, 
Before  thy  cares  are  greater, 

Before  comes  age’s  night ; 

While  yet  the  sun  shines  o’er  thee, 
While  stars  the  darkness  cheer. 
While  life  is  all  before  thee, 

Thy  great  Creator  fear. 

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“ Remember  thy  Creator” 

Ere  life  resigns  its  trust, 

Ere  sinks  dissolving  nature, 

And  dust  returns  to  dust ; 

Before  with  God,  who  gave  it, 

The  spirit  shall  appear : 

He  cries,  who  died  to  save  it, 

“ Thy  great  Creator  fear.”  ' 


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When  shall  the  voice  of  singing 
Flow  joyfully  along  ? 

When  hill  and  valley  ringing 
With  one  triumphant  song, 
Proclaim  the  contest  ended, 

And  him  who  once  was  slain, 
Again  to  earth  decended, 

In  righteousness  to  reign. 

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Then  from  the  craggy  mountains 
The  sacred  shout  shall  fly ; 

And  shady  vales  and  fountains 
Shall  echo  the  reply. 

High  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 
Shall  send  the  chorus  round, 
All  hallelujahs  swelling 
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For  thine  own  compassion’s  sake, 
The  gracious  wonder  show  ; 

Cast  my  sins  behind  thy  back, 

And  wash  me  white  as  snow  : 

If  thy  bowels  now  are  stirr’d, 

If  now  I do  myself  bemoan, 

Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

NOTHING  BUT  JESUS. 

Vain,  delusive  -world,  adieu, 

With  all  of  creature  good  : 

Only  Jesus  I pursue, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood  : 
All  thy  pleasures  I forego  ; 

I trample  on  thy  wealth  and  pride ; 
Only  Jesus  will  I know, 

.Amd  Jesus  crucified. 


I • ^ • 

Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace, 

And  pleasure  without  end ; 

This  is  all  my  happiness, 

On  Jesus  to  depend  ; 

Daily  in  his  grace  to  grow, 

And  ever  in  his  faith  abide  ; 

Only  Jesus  will  I know, 

And  Jesus  crucified. 

3. 

O that  I could  all  invite, 

This  saving  truth  to  prove; 

Show  the  length,  the  breadth,  the  height, 
And  depth  of  Jesus’  love  ! 

Fain  I would  to  sinners  show 
The  blood  by  faith  alone  applied ; 

Only  Jesus  will  I know, 

And  Jesus  crucified. 


A.  H. 


14  THE  LITTLE  TRAVELERS. 


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Each  one  en  - t’ring  in  - to  rest, 

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“I  from  Af  - ric’s  bar  - ren  sand “I  from  is  - lands  of  th 

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ZION’S  PILGRIMS.  THE  BIBLE. 


Children  of  the  heavenly  King, 

As  ye  journey  sveetly  sing  ; 

Sing  your  Saviour’s  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

Ye  are  traveling  home  to  God, 

In  the  way  the  fathers  trod  ; 

They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

2. 

Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest, 
You  near  Jesus’  throne  shall  rest ; 
There  your  seats  are  now  prepared, 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 
Lord  ! submissive  make  us  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below, 

Only  thou  our  Leader  be, 

And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 


Holy  Bible ! book  divine  ! 

Precious  treasure  ! thou  art  mine ! 
Mine,  to  tell  me  whence  I came  ; 
Mine,  to  teach  me  what  I am. 
Mine,  to  chide  me  when  I rove  ; 
Mine,  to  show  a Saviour’s  love ; 
Mine,  art  thou  to  guide  my  feet, 
Mine,  to  judge,  condemn,  acquit. 
2. 

Mine,  to  comfort  in  distress, 

If  the  Holy  Spirit  bless  ; 

Mine,  to  show  by  living  faith, 

Man  can  triumph  over  death. 
Mine,  to  tell  of  joys  to  come. 

And  the  rebel  sinner’s  doom  ; 

Oh,  the  precious  book  divine, 
Priceless  treasure  ! thou  art  mine ! 


16 


MOSS  HILL. 


A.  H. 


Modcrato. 


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The  voice  that  speaks  a Sa  - viour’s  love,  And  calls  us  home  to  God. 


2. 

We’ll  not  give  up  the  Bible, 

For  pleasure  or  for  pain 
We’ll  buy  the  truth,  and  sell  it  not, 

For  all  that  we  might  gain  : 

Though  man  should  try  to  take  our  prize 
By  guile  and  cruel  might ; 

We’ll  suffer  all  that  man  could  do, 

And  God  defend  the  right. 

3. 

We’ll  not  give  up  the  Bible, 

But  spread  it  far  and  wide ; 

Until  its  saving  voice  be  heard 
Beyond  the  rolling  tide  ; 

Till  all  shall  know  his  gracious  power, 
And  with  one  voice  and  heart, 

Resolve,  that  from  God’s  sacred  word, 
We’ll  never,  never  part ! 


THE  HEAVENLY  CANAAN. 

There  is  a land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  saints  immortal  reign; 

Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 

And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never  with’ring  flowers : 

Death  like  a narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

2. 

Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 
Stand  dress’d  in  living  green  ; 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood. 
And  view  the  landscape  o’er, 

Not  Jordan’s  stream,  nor  death’s  cold  flood. 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 


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18 


IP  WE  KNEW. 


A.  H. 


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19 


Coda. 


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For  the  shade  which  we  should  fling, 
If  we  knew  what  lips  were  parehing 
For  the  water  we  should  bring — 

We  would  haste  with  eager  footsteps. 
We  would  work  with  willing  hands, 
Bearing  cooling  cups  of  water, 

Planting  rows  of  shading  palm?. 
Cho.  If  wc  knew,  &c. 


3. 

If  wc  knew  what  feet  were  weary 
Climbing  up  the  hills  of  pain, 

By  the  world  cast  out  as  evil — 

Poor,  repentant  Magdalenes — 

Wc  no  more  would  dare  to  scorn  them 
With  our  Pharisaic  pride, 

W rapping  close  our  robes  around  us, 
Passing  on  the  other  side. 

Cho.  If  we  knew,  &c. 

4. 

If  we  knew,  when  friends  around  us 
Closely  press  to  say  “Good  bye,” 
Which  among  the  lips  that  kiss  us 
First  beneath  the  flowers  should  lie. 
While  like  rain  upon  their  faces 
Fell  our  bitter,  blinding  tears, 
Tender  words  of  love  eternal 
We  would  whisper  in  their  ears. 
Cho.  If  we  knew,  &c. 


20 

DUET.  Lively. 


GATHER  THEM  Iff. 


Arranged. 


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21 


2. 

Gather  them  in  in  numbers  bold ; 

Gather  them  in,  both  young  and  old ; 

Gather  them  in  from  the  widow’s  home ; 
Gather  them  in  that  sigh  and  groan. 

Gather  them  in  let  the  house  be  full, 
Gather  them  into  the  Sunday  School ; 
Gather  them  in,  gather  them  in, 
Gather  them  into  the  Sunday  School. 
3. 

Gather  them  in  from  the  street  and  lane  ; 
Gather  them  in,  both  halt  and  lame ; 

Gather  the  deaf,  the  poor,  the  blind, — 

Gather  them  in  with  a willing  mind. 

Gather  them  in  let  the  house  be  full, 
Gather  them  into  the  Sunday  School ; 
Gather  them  in,  gather  them  in, 
Gather  them  into  the  Sunday  School. 


4. 

Gather  them  in  that  seek  for  rest, — 

Gather  them  in  from  East  to  West; 

Gather  them  in  that  wander  about, — 

Gather  them  in  from  North  to  South. 

Gather  them  in  let  the  house  be  full, 
Gather  them  into  the  Sunday  School ; 
Gather  them  in,  gather  them  in, 
Gather  them  into  the  Sunday  School. 

5. 

Gather  them  in  from  all  the  land, 

Gather  them  into  our  noble  band ; 

Gather  them  in  with  Christian  love, — 

Gather  them  in  for  the  Church  above. 

Gather  them  in  let  the  house  be  full, 
Gather  them  into  the  Sunday  School; 
Gather  them  in,  gather  them  in, 
Gather  them  into  the  Sunday  School. 


22 


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23 


1. 

O’er  the  hills  the  sun  is  setting, 

And  the  eve  is  drawing  on ; 

Slowly  drops  the  gentle  twilight, 

For  another  day  is  gone ; 

Gone  for  aye — its  race  is  over, 

Soon  the  darker  shades  will  come ; 

Still,  ’tis  sweet  to  know  at  even, 

We  are  one  day  nearer  home. 

2. 

Worn  and  weary,  oft  the  pilgrim 
Hails  the  setting  of  the  sun  ; 

For  the  goal  is  one  day  nearer, 

And  his  jcurney  nearly  done. 

Thus  we  feel  when  o’er  life’s  desert, 
Heart  and  sandal  sore  we  roam ; 

As  the  twilight  gathers  o’er  us, 

We  arc  one  day  nearer  home. 


3. 

Nearer  home  ! yes,  one  day  nearer, 

To  our  Father’s  house  on  high — 
To  the  green  fields  and  the  fountains 
Of  the  land  beyond  the  sky. 

For  the  heavens  grow  brighter  o’er  us. 
And  the  lamps  hang  in  the  dome, 
And  our  tents  are  pitched  still  closer. 
For  we’re  one  day  nearer  home. 

4 

“One  day  nearer,”  sings  the  mariner, 
As  he  glides  the  waters  o’er, 

While  the  light  is  softly  dying 
On  his  distant  native  shore. 

Thus'the  Christian  on  life’s  ocean, 

As  his  light  boat  cuts  the  foam, 

In  the  evening  cries  with  rapture— 

“ I am  one  day  nearer  home.” 


24 


I L92TG-  TO  BE  THERE. 


Kev.  Q.  D.  BSOWITE. 


7. 


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And  in  songs  with  the  angels  u - nitc,  Singing  glory,  hal-le-lu-jah  to  the  Lamb. 


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Or  impatient  in  trials  and  cares, 

For  I know  that  to  die  would  be  gain, 
And  I long,  O I long  to  be  there.  Clio. 


3. 

To  that  city  my  Saviour  has  gone, 

A rich  mansion  and  crowns  to  prepare; 
For  the  hosts  that  are  following  on, 

And  I lonjr,  O I long  to  be  there.  Che. 


GOING  HOME. 


A.  II, 


25 


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3. 

Tell  me  Pilgrims  what  you  hope  for, 

In  that  better  land  ? 

Spotless  robes  and  crowns  of  glory, 

From  our  Saviour’s  hand.  Going,  &c. 

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Will  you  let  me  journey  with  you, 

To  that  better  land  ? 

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THE  HEAVENLY  JOURNEY. 

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To  a land  of  light ; 

Where  arc  flowing,  flowing,  flowing, 
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Hear  the  ringing,  ringing,  ringing, 

Of  triumphant  song.  Going,  &c. 

3. 

Jesus,  Saviour,  leave  us  never, 

May  we  faithful  prove ; 

Then  at  home  with  thee  forever, 
Gathered  be  above.  Going,  &c. 


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THE  SUNDAY  SCHOOL. 


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Its  pre  - cious  hours  re  - fresh  our  pow’rs  With  stength  unknown  be  - fore.  ) 


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2.  3. 


Our  Teachers  true,  we  turn  to  you, 

As  guides  beloved  and  kind ; 

In  youth  and  age,  on  memory’s  page, 

Our  thanks  shall  stand  enshrined. 

And  when  ’mid  life’s  gay  scenes  we  stray, 
Where  duties  call,  where  passions  play. 
Your  counsels  wise,  shall  ever  rise, 

Like  guards  around  the  mind. 

Cho.  Glory!  glory!  &c. 


Our  Pastor  kind,  we’re  e’er  inclined 
To  hear  your  gladsome  voice ; 

And  fondly  cling  to  truths  you  bring, 
They  make  our  hearts  rejoice. 

And  when  these  youthful  days  are  past 
To  riper  joys  and  scenes  we’ll  haste, 
We’ll  gather  where  the  good  appear, 
And  make  their  ways  our  choice. 
Cho.  Glory ! glory ! &c. 


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3.  Beyond  this  scene  of  trial, 

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Beyond  the  darkening  shadows, 

Beyond  the  gloomy  vale ; Clio. 

4.  Beyond  the  the  thought  of  grieving, 

A kind  and  gracious  God ; 

Beyond  the  fear  of  sinning, 

Beyond  the  chast’ning  rod ; Cho. 

5.  Beyond  Earth’s  weary  burden, 

The  cross,  the  scourge,  the  rod; 

The  saint  shall  dwell  in  glory, 

Tho  saint  shall  dwell  with  God.  Cho. 


2.  ’Tis  there  I learn  that  Jesus  died 

For  sinners  such  as  I ; 

Oh ; what  has  all  the  world  beside, 
That  I should  prize  so  high — Cho. 

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To  him  who  dwells  above  the  skies. 
For  such  a blessing  given — Cho. 

4.  And  welcome  then  the  Sunday  School, 

We’ll  read  and  sing  and  pray 
That  we  may  keep  the  golden  rule. 
And  never  from  it  stray — Cho. 


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It  makes  the  young  hearts  leap  and  sing, 
With  sound  of  soft  and  pleasant  ring, 
For  when  it  falls  upon  their  car 
They  know  the  Sabbath  school  is  near. 
The  Sabbath  Bell,  &c. 

4. 

The  Sabbath  Bell ! the  Sabbath  Bell ! 

1 love  it  well,  I love  it  well ; 

I love  its  ding,  dong,  dell. 

It  calls  the  weary  ones  to  rest. 


And  calms  the  sad  and  troubled  breast ; 
With  stirring  peals  that  float  abroad. 

It  makes  the  careless  think  of  God. 

The  Sabbath  Bell,  &c. 

5. 

The  Sabbath  Bell ! the  Sabbath  Bell! 

I love  it  well,  I love  it  well ; 

I love  its  ding,  dong,  dell. 

O,  may  it  ring  hill  everywhere 
Its  welcome  music  fills  the  air, 

And  earth  now  wrapt  in  gloomy  night, 
Be  crowned  with  Sabbath’s  holy  light. 
The  Sabbath  Bell,  &c. 


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THE  YOUTHTUL  PILGEIM. 

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A.  H. 


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3.  Be  it  my  chief  desire  to  prove 
How  much  I owe,  how  much  I love ; 
Contentedly  my  cross  to  take, 

And  meekly  bear  it  for  thy  sake. 

O may  this  heart,  &c. 

4.  Then,  when  my  pilgrimage  is  o’er, 
And  I can  serve  thee  here  no  more, 
Within  thy  temple,  Lord  of  love, 

I’ll  serve  thee  day  and  night  above. 

O may  this  heart,  &c. 

THE  HIGHWAY  OF  HOLINESS. 

1 . Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone, 
He,  whom  I fix  mv  hopes  upon ; 

His  track  I see,  and  I’ll  pursue, 

The  narrow  way,  till  him  I view. 

O may  this  heart,  &c. 

2.  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  King’s  highway  of  holiness, 

I’ll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

O may  this  heart,  &c. 


3.  This  is  the  way  I long  have  sought, 

And  mourned  because  I found  it  not ; 

My  grief  a burden  long  has  been, 

Because  I was  not  saved  from  sin. 

O may  this  heart,  &c. 

4.  The  more  I strove  against  its  power, 

I felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more  ; 

Till  late  I heard  my  Saviour  say, — 

Come  hither  soul,  I am  the  way. 

O may  this  heart,  &c. 

5.  Lo  ! glad  I come  ; and  thou,  blest  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee,  as  I am ; 

Nothing  but  sin  have  I to  give — 

Nothing  but  love  shall  I receive. 

O may  this  heart,  &c. 

6.  Then  will  I tell  to  sinners  round, 

What  a dear  Saviour  I have  found  ; 

I’ll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 

And  say, — Behold  the  way  to  God. 

0 may  this  heart,  &c. 


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NEAEEE  MY  GOD  TO  THEE. 


Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  Nearer  to  thee : E’en  tho’  it  be  a cross  That  raiseth  me : 
T ho’ like  a wan  - der  - er,  daylight  all  gone;  Darkness  be  o - ver  me,  My  rest  a stone: 

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Still  all  my  song  shall  be,  Nearer,  my  God  to  thee,  Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  Nearer  to  thee. 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I’d  be,  Nearer,  my  God  to  thee,  Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee,  Nearer  to  thee. 

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There  let  the  way  appear 
Steps  up  to  heaven  ; 

All  that  thou  sendest  me. 

In  mercy  given ; 

Angels  to  beckon  me, 

Nearer,  my  God  to  thee. 

Nearer,  my  God,  &c. 

Then  with  our  waking  thoughts, 

Bright  with  thy  praise; 

Out  of  my  stony  griefs,  Bethel  I’ll  raise : 


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So  by  my  woes  to  be, 
Nearer,  my  God  to  thee. 
Nearer,  my  God,  &c. 

5.  Or  if  on  joyful  wing, 
Cleaving  the  sky ; 

Sun,  moon  and  stars  forgot, 
Upward  I fly : 

Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer  my  God  to  thee. 
Nearer,  my  God,  &c. 


FAIKMOUNT. 


35 


Poetry  by  D A\IEL  WARREN.  (Dedicated  to  the  Faim.ount  S.  School.) 


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With  holy  light,  he’ll  guide  aright, 

Unto  his  blest  abode. 

O Jesus  dear,  &c. 

3. 

This  Sabbath  morn,  we’ll  travel  on, 

Nor  leave  our  glorious  King’s  highway — 
With  heart  and  hand,  our  little  band, 

Will  serve  him  all  the  day. 

O Jesus  dear,  &c. 


With  sweet  delight,  we’ll  all  unite 
To  praise  our  Saviour  ever  dear  ; 

In  pleasant  lays  we’ll  sing  his  praise, 

Who  loves  our  praise  to  hear. 

O Jesus  dear,  &c. 

5. 

From  morning  life,  to  age’s  strife, 

We’ll  serve  and  praise  our  heavenly  King; 
And  then  on  high,  above  the  sky, 

Shall  praise  eternal  ring. 

O Jesus  dear,  &c. 


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SWEET  TEE  MOMENTS. 


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Here  it  is  I find  my  heaven, 

While  upon  the  Lamb  I gaze; 

Here  I see  my  sins  forgiven, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love  and  praise. 

May  I still  enjoy  this  feeling, 

In  all  need  to  Jesus  go  : 

Prove  each  day  his  blood  more  healing, 
And  himself  more  deeply  know. 


2. 

Breathe,  O breathe  thy  loving  Spirit 
Into  every  troubled  breast ; 

Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit ; 

Let  us  find  that  second  rest. 

Take  away  our  bent  to  sinning ; 

Alpha  and  Omega  be  ; 

End  of  faith,  as  its  beginning, 

Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 


THE  NEW  CREATION. 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling, 

Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down, 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling ; 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 
Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassion, — 

Pure  unbounded  love  thou  art; 

Visit  us  with  thy  salvation  ; 

Enter  every  trembling  heart. 


3. 

Finish  then  thy  new  creation ; 

Pure  and  spotless  let  us  be  ; 

Let  us  see  thy  great  salvation, 
Perfectly  restored  in  thee  : 
Changed  from  glcry  into  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place,- 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 
Lost  in  wonder,  love  and  praise. 


38 


MY  DEAE  SUNDAY  SCHOOL. 


From  the  “Okiola.”  By  Permission. 


W.  15.  BRADBURY. 


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1 . To  the  sports  of  the  thoughtless,  or  pleasures  of  sin,  Some  give  the  sweet  Sabbath  of  rest ; 

2.  I love  my  companions,  I love  youth’s  gay  scenes,  With  brightness  and  purity  blest ; 


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But  there’s  purer  delight  in  the  still  sacred  hours, 
For  my  dear  Sunday  School  is  the  best. 

My  dear  Sunday  School,  &c. 

4. 

Then  I’ll  sing  of  my  School,  and  the  Sabbath  I 
love, 

Bright  emblems  of  heavenly  rest , 

Thou  guide  of  my  youth — thou  Saviour  divine ! 
O,  bring  me  to  share  in  that  rest. 

My  dear  Sunday  School,  &c. 

Patriotic  Hymn. 

I’ve  roamed  over  mountain,  I’ve  crossed  over 
flood, 

I’ve  traversed  the  wave-rolling  sand; 

Tho’  the  fields  were  as  green,  and  the  moon  shone 
,v  as  bright, 


Yet  it  was  not  my  own  native  land. 

No,  no,  no,  no,  no,  no,  &c. 

Tho’  the  fields  were,  &c. 

2. 

The  right  hand  of  friendship  how  oft  have  I 
grasped, 

And  bright  eyes  have  smiled,  and  looked  bland  ; 
Yet  happier  far  were  the  hours  that  I passed 
In  the  West — in  my  own  native  land. 

Yes,  yes,  yes,  yes,  yes,  yes,  &c. 

Yet  happier  far  were,  &c. 

3. 

Then  hail,  dear  Columbia,  the  laud  that  w«  love, 
Where  flourishes  Liberty’s  tree; 

’Tis  the  birth-place  of  Freedom,  our  own  native 
home ; 

’Tis  the  land,  ’tis  the  land  of  the  free ! 

Yes,  yes,  yes,  yes,  yes,  yes,  &c. 

’Tis  the  birth-place  of,  &c. 


40 


SOLDIEE  OP  THE  CEOSS. 


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March  on  in  duty,  and  thy  sure  reward  shall  be, 

Crowns  of  dazzling  splendor,  in  yonder  world  of  light, 
And  palms  of  victory. 

Glory,  glory,  &c. 


4.  Ne’er  think  the  vict’ry  won,  nor  lay  thy  armor  down ; 
Eight  on  in  faith  till  thou  obtain  a starry  crown ; 
Faith,  and  hope,  and  love,  must  be  ever  kept  in  mind. 
Till  we  arrive  at  home. 

Glory,  glory,  &c. 


42  MY  SPIRIT  HOME. 


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In  that  fair  land  there  still  is  room, 
Where  weary  Pilgrims  may  get  home  ; 
And  join  with  angels  in  the  song, 

Of  praises  to  our  God  the  Lamb. 

I’m  going  home,  &c. 

3. 

When  done  with  earth ; its  follies  past, 
I’ll  reach  my  Eather-laud  at  last ; 


To  sit  and  sing  around  the  throne, 
“Glory  to  God  ! I’m  safe  at  home.” 

I’m  going  home,  &c. 

4. 

When  safe  at  home,  in  that  fair  land. 
I’ll  join  the  happy,  sinless  band  ; 

And  sing  with  rapture  near  the  throne, 
“Vain  world  adieu  ! I’m  safe  at  home.” 
I’m  going  home,  &c. 


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SHOT  THE  CUP. 


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As  on  the  eye  it  gleams ; 

But  pure  is  the  light,  the  diamond  light, 

Of  nature’s  crystal  streams.  Then  shun,  &c. 


3.  Oh,  sad  is  the  end,  the  dreadful  end, 

Of  him  who  heedeth  not ; 

To  shun  the  cup,  the  treach’rous  cup, 

So  full  of  danger  fraught.  Then  shun,  &c. 


44 


THE  PROMISED  LAND. 


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4.  I hope  to  meet  you  in  the  promised  land,  &c. 
At  Jesus’  feet,  a joyous  band ; 

We’ll  praise  him  in  the  promised  land.  Cho . 


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There  are  the  good  and  blest. 
Those  I lov’d  most  and  best. 
There  too  I soon  shall  rest, 
Heav’n  is  my  home. 


46 


THE  SAVIOUK’S  LOVE. 


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Thy  prayer  is  all  for  me ; 

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But  watchest  patiently. 

Dear  Jesus,  ever  at  my  side, 

How  loving  must  thou  be, 

To  leave  thy  home  in  heaven,  to  guard 
A little  child  like  me. 

THE  PROSPECT  JOYOUS. 

0 what  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me ! 
Before  my  ravished  eyes 

Rivers  of  life  divine  I see, 

And  trees  of  paradise : 

1 see  a world  of  spirits  bright, 

Who  taste  the  pleasures  there ; 

They  all  are  robed  in  spotless  white, 
And  conqu’ring  palms  they  bear. 


2. 

0 what  are  all  my  sufferings  here, 
If,  Lord,  thou  count  me  meet 

With  that  enraptured  host  t’appear, 
And  worship  at  thy  feet ! 

Give  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  or  pain, 
Take  life  or  friends  away, 

But  let  me  find  them  all  again 
In  that  eternal  day. 

3. 

In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown 
I now  the  cross  sustain, 

And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 
And  smile  at  toil  and  pain : 

1 suffer  on  my  three  score  years, 
Till  my  Deliv’rer  come, 

And  wipe  away  his  servant’s  tears, 
And  take  his  exile  home. 


48  LOOK  FOR  THE  PROMISED  LAND. 

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Meet  again  ! how  passing  sweet, 
Friends  long  lost  again  to  meet ; 
Care-worn  souls  by  tempest  driven, 
O how  sweet  to  meet  in  heaven. 


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Meet  again ! when  storms  are  o’er, 

Meet  where  troubles  come  no  more ; 
Cheering  news  to  Zion  given, 

Souls  redeemed  shall  meet  in  heaven. 
Conclusion  of  Hymn  on  the  opposite  Page. 

3.  Should  your  lot  be  hard  to  bear,  Look  &c.  4.  When  the  tempest’s  most  severe,  Look  &c 

Jesus  will  thy  burdens  share,  Look  &c.  • Jesus  comes  thy  heart  to  cheer,  Look  &c. 

With  each  trial  grace  is  given,  Pearly  gates  you’ll  soon  behold, 

Grace  which  points  thee  up  to  heaven.  Streets  all  paved  with  shining  gold. 

Look  away,  &c.  Look  awav.  &c. 


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SWEET  HOTJE  OP  PRAYER. 


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And  oft  escaped  the  tempter’s  snare,  By  thy  re  - turn,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 
I’ll  cast  on  him  my  ev’  - ry  care,  And  wait  for  thee,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 


3. 


Sweet  hour  of  prayer  ! Sweet  hour  of  prayer ! 
May  I thy  consolation  share  ; 

Till,  from  Mount  Pisg.ih’s  lofty  height, 

I view  my  h:me,  and  take  my  flight : 

This  robe  of  flesh  I’ll  drop,  and  rise 
To  seize  the  everlasting  prize  ; 

And  shout  while  passing  through  the  air, 
Farewell,  farewell,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

SABBATH  HOURS. 

1. 

Sweet  Sabbath  hours  ! so  full  of  grace. 

To  aid  us  in  our  heavenly  race  ; 

We  love  the  precious  jo)rs  they  bring, 

To  win  us  to  our  Saviour  king  : 

And  as  we  strive  to  keep  the  way 
That  lead?  from  earth  to  endless  day, 

May  love  divine  direct  aright 
And  fill  our  souls  with  sacred  light. 


At  Sabbath  School  we  love  to  meet 
With  those  who  sit  at  Jesus’  feet, 

And  try  with  them  to  well  improve 
Tbe  happy  hours  we  so  much  love: 
And  as  we  read,  and  sing  and  pray, 
And  learn  to  walk  in  wisdom’s  way — 
Let  us  the  Gospel  truth  proclaim, 

And  shout  our  praise  to  Jesus’  name. 


3. 

Each  moment  filled  with  truth  revealed, 

And  every  truth  with  mercy  scaled ; 

Our  grateful  hearts  delight  to  share 
The  Gospel  blessings  they  declare. 

We’ll  join  angelic  choirs  above, 

To  praise  that  sweet  redeeming  love 
Which  makes  each  Sabbath  hour  wc  trace 
A sparkling  diadem  of  grace. 

Daniel  Warren. 


62 


WHEN  THE  MOKNING  LIGHT. 


1.  When  the  morning  light  drives  a -way  the  night,  With  the  sun  so  bright  and  full;  ) 
And  it  draws  its  line  near  the  hour  of  nine,  I’ll  a - way  to  Sabbath  School.  ) 


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Till  death  shall  set  me  free,  I For  there’s  a crown  for  me. 


Conclusion  of  Hymn  on  the  Opposite  Page. 

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2.  On  the  frosty  daw 

When  the  earth  is  wrapped  in  snow, 

Or  the  summer  breeze  plays  around  the  trees, 
To  the  Sabbath  School  I go ; 

When  the  holy  day  has  come, 

And  the  Sabbath  breakers  roam, 

I delight  to  leave  my  home, 

For  tlic  Sabbath  School.  I’ll  away!  &c. 


nth  the  friends  I greets 
At  the  time  of  morning  prayer ; 

And  our  hearts  we  raise  in  a hymn  of  praise. 
For  ’tis  always  pleasant  there: 

In  the  Book  of  holy  truth, 

Full  of  counsel  and  reproof, 

We  behold  the  guide  of  youth, 

At  the  Sabbath  School.  ’ I’ll  away ! &c. 


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D.  H.  NOERIS. 


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2.  Chance  and  change  are  bus  - y cv  - cr;  Man  do  - cays,  and  a - ges  move; 


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3. 

Soon  shall  wrc  meet  again — 

Meet  ne’er  to  sever ; 

Soon  will  peace  wreath  her  chain. 
Round  us  forever : 

Our  hearts  will  then  repose, 
Secure  from  worldly  woes ; 

Our  songs  of  praise  shall  close, 
.Never — no,  never  1 


3. 

E’en  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth 
Will  his  changeless  goodness  prove ; 
From  the  gloom  his  brightness  streameth ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

4. 

He  with  earthly  cares  cntwineth 
Hope  and  comfort  from  above ; 
Ev’rywherc  his  glory  shineth; 

God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 


56 


THE  BEAUTIFUL  EIYEE. 


Poetry  by  R.  TOKKEY.  Jr. 


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1.  0,  have  you  not  heard  of  a beautiful  stream,  That  flows  thro’  our  Father’s 

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Through  fields  of  eternal  green ; 

Where  songs  of  the  blest,  in  their  haven  of  rest, 
Float  soft  on  the  air  serene. 

Oh,  seek  that  beautiful  stream, 

Seek  now  that  beautiful  stream  ; 

Its  waters  so  free,  are  flowing  for  thee — 
Oh,  seek  that  beautiful  stream. 


This  beautiful  stream  is  the  River  of  Life  1 
It  flows  for  all  nations,  free  ! 

A balm  for  each  wound  in  its  water  is  found ; 
Oh,  sinner,  it  flows  for  thee  ! 

Oh,  seek  that  beautiful  stream, 

Seek  now  that  beautiful  stream ; 

Its  waters  so  free,  are  flowing  for  thee — 
Oh,  seek  that  beautiful  stream. 


3. 

Its  fountains  are  deep  and  its  waters  are  pure, 
And  sweet  to  the  weary  soul ; 

It  flows  from  the  throne  of  Jehovah  alone ! 

Oh,  come  where  its  bright  waves  roll. 

Oh,  seek  that  beautiful  stream, 

Seek  now  that  beautiful  stream ; 

Its  waters  so  free,  arc  flowing  for  thee — 
Oh,  seek  that  beautiful  stream. 


5. 

Oh,  will  you  net  drink  of  this  beautiful  stream, 
And  dwell  on  its  peaceful  shore  1 
The  Spirit  says  come,  all  ye  weary  ones  home, 
And  wander  in  sin  no  more. 

Oh,  seek  that  beautiful  stream, 

Seek  now  that  beautiful  stream ; 

Its  waters  so  free,  are  flowing  for  thee— 
Oh,  seek  that  beautiful  stream. 


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THE  SPIRIT  LAUD, 


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Yes,  my  earth-worn  soul  rejoices, 
And  my  weary  heart  grows  light, 
For  the  thrilling  angel  voices 
And  the  angel  faces  bright, 

That  shall  welcome  us  in  heaven. 
Arc  the  loved  of  long  ago. 

And  to  them  his  kindly  given, 

Thus  their  mortal  friends  to  know. 


Oh,  ye  weary,  sad,  and  toss’d  ones, 
Droop  not,  faint  not,  by  the  way; 
Ye  shall  join  the  lov’d  and  lost  ones 
In  the  land  of  perfect  day ! 
Harp-strings  touched  by  angel  fingers, 
Murmured  in  my  raptured  car, 
Evermore  their  sweet  song  lingers, 

“ Wc  shall  know  each  other  there  !” 


LITTLE  THINGS. 


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2.  And  the  little  moments,  Humble  tho’  they  be,  Make  the  mighty  ages  Of  c - ter-  ni  - ty. 


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4.  Little  deeds  of  kindness,  Little  words  of  love,  Make  our  earth  an  Eden  Like  the  hcav’n  above. 

5.  Little  seeds  of  mercy,  Sown  by  youthful  hands,  Grow  to  bless  the  nations.  Far  in  heathen  lands. 


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Shall  we  ever  rise  to  dwell 
Where  immortal  praises  swell  1 
And  can  children  ever  go 
Where  eternal  Sabbaths  glow  ? 

Let  us  walk,  &c. 

3. 

Yes,  that  bliss  our  own  may  be ; 
All  the  good  shall  Jesus  see, 

For  the  pood  a rest  remains, 

Where  the  glorious  Saviour  reigns. 
Let  us  walk,  &c. 


RELIGION — ITS  JOYS. 

Tis  religion  that'can  give — 
Sweetest  pleasure  while  wc  live — 
Tis  religion  must  supply — 

Solid  comfort  when  we  die. 

Let  us  walk,  &c. 

2. 

After  death  its  joys  shall  be — 
Lasting  as  eternity — 

Be  the  living  God  my  friend — 
Then  my  bliss  shall  never  end. 
Let  us  walk,  &c. 


I WANT  TO  BE  AN  ANGEL. 


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2.  I never  would  be  weary. 

Nor  ever  shed  a tear, 

Nor  ever  know  h sorrow, 

Nor  ever  feel  a fear  ; 

But  blessed,  pure,  and  holy, 

Td  dwell  in  Jesus’  sight, 

And  with  ten  thousand  thousands, 
Praise  him  both  day  and  night. 

3. 

I know  I’m  weak  and  sinful, 

But  Jesus  will  forgive. 

For  many  little  children 
Have  gone  to  heaven  to  live. 


Dear  Saviour,  when  I languish, 
And  lay  me  down  to  die, 

O ! send  a shining  angel, 

And  bear  me  to  the  sky. 

4. 

Oh,  there  I’ll  be  an  angel, 

And  with  the  angels  stand, 

A c.own  upon  my  forehead, 

A harp  within  my  hand  ; 

And  there,  before  my  Saviour, 
So  glorious  and  so  bright, 

I’ll  join  the  heavenly  music, 

And  praise  him  day  and  night. 


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LITE’S  STOEMY  SEA. 


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I'm  sailing  on  Life’s  stormy  sea, 

Stormy  sea,  stormy  sea ; 

But  there's  a friend  who  sails  with  me, 
Who  guides  with  steady  helm; 

We’re  gliding  on  with  prosp’rous  gales, 
Prosp'rous  gales,  prosp’rous  gales  ; 

And  breezes  fill  our  whitening  sails, 

As  we  are  wafted  home. 

I see  the  land,  &c. 

2. 

We’re  net  afraid  when  storms  appear, 
Storms  appear,  storms  appear ; 

For  Jesus,  lie  is  always  near. 

To  calm  the  raging  wave. 

The  restless  wave  can  do  no  harm, 

Do  no  harm,  do  no  harm ; 

While  Jesu/  all  sufficient  arm 
Our  little  Bark  will  save. 

I see  the  land,  &c. 


3. 

There’s  room  for  all  to  come  on  board, 
Come  on  board,  come  on  board  ; 

Dear  sinner,  will  you  seek  the  Lord, 

Thro’  justifying  grace. 

Come  all  the  world,  come  sinner  thou, 
Sinner  thou,  sinner  thou; 

All  things  in  Christ  are  ready  now, 
Behold  his  smiling  f ice. 

I see  the  land,  &c. 

4. 

I’m  looking  to  the  distant  shore, 

Distant  shore,  distant  shore ; 

To  sec  the  friends  who’ve  gone  before, 
Transported  by  his  love. 

Again  with  joy  I hear  them  sing, 

Hear  them  sing,  hear  them  sing, 

My  ravished  soul  would  spread  her  wings, 
And  soar  to  realms  above. 

I see  the  land.  &c. 


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I did  not  love  my  Fa  - ther’s  voice,  I loved  a - far  to  roam. 

They  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love.  They  saved  the  wand’ring  one. 


8.  They  spoke  in  tender  love, 

They  raised  my  drooping  head ; 

They  gently  closed  my  bleeding  wounds, 
My  fanning  soul  they  fed  : 

They  washed  my  filth  away, 

They  made  me  clean  and  fair ; 

They  brought  me  to  my  home  in  peace. 
The  long  sought  wanderer. 

4.  Jesus  mv  Shepherd  is, 

’Twas  he  that  loved  my  soul, 

*Twas  he  that  wash’d  me  in  his  blood  ; 

’Twas  he  that  made  me  whole : 

’Twas  he  that  sought  the  lost, 

That  found  the.  wand’ring  sheep  : 
*Twas  he  that  brought  me  to  the  fold  ; 
’Tis  he  that  still  doth  keep. 

TIIE  SPRING  OF  GRACE. 

I.  Sweet  is  the  time  of  spring, 

When  na: ure’s  charms  appear; 

The  birds  with  ceaseless  pleasure  sing. 


And  hail  the  opening  year ; 

But  sweeter  far  the  spring 
Of  wisdom  and  of  grace, 

When  children  bless  and  praise  their  King, 
Who  loves  the  youthful  race. 

2.  Sweet  is  the  dawn  of  day, 

When  light  just  streaks  the  sky  ; 

When  shades  and  darkness  pass  away, 

And  morning’s  beams  arc  nigh  ; 

But  sweeter  far  the  dawn 
Of  piety  in  youth  ; 

When  doubt  and  darkness  are  withdrawn 
Before  the  light  of  truth. 

3.  Sweet  is  the  early  dew, 

Which  gilds  the  mountain  tops, 

And  decks  each  plant  and  flower  wc  view 
With  pearly,  glittering  drops ; 

But  sweeter  far  the  scene 
On  Ziou’s  holy  hill, 

When  there  the  dew  of  youth  is  seen, 

Its  freshness  to  distill. 


. THE  HAPPY  SOTO. 

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3.  Wisdom’s  cheering  voice  invites  us, 

To  the  feast  of  Jesus’  love, 

And  a foretaste  here  delights  us, 

On  our  way  to  realms  above.  Wc  arc,  &c. 


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On  the  banks  of  yonder  shore  ; 

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We’ll  be  happy  evermore.  We  are,  &c 


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He  is  able,  &c.  Just  now,  &c. 

4. 

He  is  ready,  &c.  Just  now,  &c. 

5.  * 
He  is  waiting,  &c.  Just  now,  &c. 


LITE’S  FLOWING-  EIYEE. 


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LITE’S  PLOWING-  EIVEE.  Concluded. 


To  c - ter  - ni  - ty’s  dark  o - ccan,  Burying  all  its  treasures  there. 
Years  are  bear  - ing  us  to  licav  - cn,  Home  of  hap  - pi  - ness  and  rest. 


PRAISE  FOR  PAST  BLESSINGS. 

1.  Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace ; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise, 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 
Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  : 
Praise  the  mount,  I’m  fixed  upon  it 
Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love; 

2.  Here  I’ll  raise  mine  Ebenezer ; 

Hither  by  thy  help  I come, 

And  I hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 
Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 

Jesus  sought  me  when  a stranger, 
Wand’ring  from  the  fold  of  God, 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 
Interposed  his  precious  blood. 

S.  O ! to  grace  how  great  a debtor 
Daily  I’m  constrained  to  be  ! 

Let  thy  goodness,  like  a fetter, 

Bind  my  wand’ring  heart  to  thee ; 


Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I feel  it — 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I love  ; 

Here’s  iny  heart,  O take  aid  seal  it; 

Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above 

ANNIVERSARY  HYMN. 

1.  Days,  and  weeks,  and  months,  returning, 

Bear  us  gently  down  life’s  way : 

Still  their  lesson  we  arc  learning, 

With  each  anniversary  day. 

Glad  our  hearts,  and  glad  our  voices, 

Joy  control  ? the  passing  hour ; 

None  so  sad,  but  he  rejoices, 

’Neath  this  day’s  enlivening  power. 

2.  Glad  for  classmates  and  for  teachers, 

Guiding  ns  with  gentle  rule  ; 

Glad  for  all  the  gif  is  that  reach  us 

Thro’  our  much  loved  Sunday  School. 
Let  ns  not  forget  the  meaning, 

Days  like  these  for  ever  wear  : 

One  more  field  has  had  its  gleaning, 

One  more  sheaf  our  arms  should  bear. 


70 


LITE’S  BATTLE  TIELD. 


PoftrybyK.  TOKKEY.Jr.  A.  H. 


1 . Children  on  life’s  battle  field  ! Be  ye  valiant,  bold,  and  strong ; In  the  strife  with  cheerful  zeal 

2.  Hark ! the  battle  is  begun  ! Rally, Christians, for  your  King  ; Forward,  till  the  vict’ry’s  won, 


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THE  PILGRIM. 


1.  Mv  rest  is  in  heaven,  my  rest  is  not  here ; Then  why  should  I murmur  when  trials  are  near  ? 

2.  Afflictions  may  damp  me,  they  cannot  destroy ; One  glimpse  of  his  love  turns  them  all  into  joy ; 


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Be  hash’d,  my  dark  spirit ; the  worst  that  can  come,  But  shortens  my  journey  and  hastens  me  home. 
The  bitterest  tears,  if  he  smile  but  on  them,  Like  dew  in  the  sunshine,  grow  diamond  and  gem. 


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Life's  Battle  Field,  Concluded. 

Jesus  calls  us  to  the  field ! 

He  will  lead  us  evermore  ; 

'Neath  his  banner  ne’er  to  yield, 

Till  the  mighty  conflict’s  o’er.  Onward,  &c. 
4. 

Then  in  yonder  world  of  light 
We  will  lay  our  armor  down  ; 

And  mid  throngs  of  angels  bright, 

Each  receive  a starry  crown.  Onward,  &c. 


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The  thorn,  and  the  thistle,  around  me  may  grow, 
I would  not  lie  down  upon  roses  below  ; 

I ask  not  my  portion,  I seek  not  a rest, 

Till  found  with  my  Jesus,  at  home  with  the  blest. 

4. 

Let  doubt,  then,  and  danger,  my  progress  oppose, 
They  only  make  heaven  more  sweet  at  its  close; 
Come  joy,  or  come  sorrow,  whate’er  may  befall. 
One  hour  with  my  God  will  make  up  for  them  alk 


7 2 THE  PLEASANT  SABBATH  SCHOOL. 

Allegro.  A.  H. 


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0,  how  pleasant  is  the  Sabbath  School,  the  place  we  love 
d.  c.  For  we  love  our  pleasant  Sabbath  School,  and  love  our  tcachc 

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Sabbath  School,  nothing  at -tracts  us  so;  0,  how  pleasant  is  the  Sabbath  School  where 
Sabbath  School,  its  joys  are  cv  - cr  new;  Yes, we  love  our  pleasant  Sabbath  School  where 


all  to  - goth  - cr  meet ; There  tp  join  our  classmates  dear,  and  loving  teach  - ers  greet, 
all  to  - geth  - cr  meet ; There  to  join  our  classmates  dear,  and  loving  teach  - ers ’greet. 


THE  PLEASANT  SABBATH  SCHOOL.  Concluded. 


73 


1 . For  his  there  we  all  a - gree,  And  with  hearts  so  light  and  free ; 

2.  For  his  there  we  sing  and  pray,  And  re  - joice  to  learn  the  way, 


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For  our  friends  and  parents  dear, 

All  will  find  a welcome  here, 

When  they  come  our  hearts  to  cheer. 

In  our  pleasant  Sabbath  School. 

For  we  love  our  pleasant  Sabbath  School,  &c. 


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O,  how  pleasant  is  the  Sabbath  School,  &c. 
Now  let  all  our  playmates  come, 

For  we  still  can  find  them  room, 

And  a quiet  Sabbath  home, 

In  our  pleasant  Sabbath  School. 

For  we  love  our  pleasant  Sabbath  School,  &c. 


74  CHILDHOOD  YEARS. 

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1. 

Gently,  Lord,  0 gently  lead  us 
Through  this  gloomy  vale  of  tears ; 
Through  the  changes  thou’st  decreed  us, 
Till  our  last  great  change  appears. 
When  temptation’s  darts  assail  us, 
When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 

Let  thy  goodness  never  fail  us ; 

Lead  us  in  thy  perfect  way. 

2. 

In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish, 

In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near, 
6uffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish, 

Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear. 

And  when  mortal  life  is  ended, 

Bid  us  in  thine  arms  to  rest, 

Till,  by  angel  bands  attended, 

We  awake  among  the  blest. 


BLESSEDNESS  OF  THE  RIGHTEOUS. 

Cease,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish. 
O’er  the  grave  of  those  you  love ; 

Pain  and  death,  and  night  and  anguish, 
Enter  not  the  world  above. 

While  our  silent  steps  are  straying, 
Lonely,  thro’  night’s  deepening  shade. 

Glory’s  brightest  beams  are  playing 
Round  the  immortal  spirit’s  head. 

2. 

Light  and  peace  at  once  deriving 
From  the  hand  of  God  most  high. 

In  his  glorious  presence  living 
They  shall  never — never  die. 

Endless  pleasure,  pain  excluding, 
Sickness  there  no  more  can  come; 

There,  no  fear  of  wo  intruding, 

I Sheds  o’er  heaven  a moment's  gloom. 


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THE  SUNDAY  SCHOOL  ARMY. 


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Fight  on,  yc  little  soldiers, 

The  battle  ycu  shall  win. 

For  the  Saviour  is  your  Captain, 
For  the  Saviour  is  your  Captain, 
And  lie  has  vanquished  sin. 

I am  glad,  &c. 


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And  when  the  conflict’s  over, 
Before  him  you  shall  stand; 
And  when  the  conflict’s  over. 
Before  him  you  shall  stand. 
You  shall  sing  his  praise  for  ever. 
You  shall  sing  his  praise  for  ever. 
In  Canaan’s  happy  land. 

I am  glad,  &c. 


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1.  Af  - flic  -tions  though  they  seem  so  - vere, 

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2. 

What  have  I gained  by  sin,  he  said, 
But  hunger,  shame  and  fear  ? 

My  Father’s  house  abounds  with  bread, 
While  I am  starving  here. 

I’ll  die  no  more,  &c. 


3. 

I'll  go  and  tell  him  all  I’ve  done, 
Fall  down  before  his  face, 
Unworthy  to  be  called  his  son, 

I’ll  seek  a servant’s  place. 

I’ll  die  no  more,  &c. 

4. 

His  Father  saw  him  coming  back, 
He  saw,  and  ran,  and  smiled, 

And  threw  his  arms  around  the  neck 
Of  his  rebellious  child. 

I’ll  die  no  more,  Ac. 


5. 

Father,  I’ve  sinned,  but  O forgive  1 
Enough  ! the  Father  said ; 
Rejoice,  mv  house,  my  Son’s  alive, 
For  whom  I mourn’d  as  dead. 
I’ll  die  no  more,  &c. 

6. 

Now  let  the  fatted  calf  be  slain, 
And  spread  the  news  around ; 

My  son  was  dead,  and  lives  again  ; 
Was  lost,  but  now  is  found. 

I’ll  die  no  more,  &e. 

7. 

'Tis  thus  the  Lord  his  love  reveals. 
To  call  poor  sinners  home, 

More  than  a Father’s  love  he  feels. 
And  welcomes  all  that  come. 

I’ll  die  no  more,  &c. 


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SHALL  WE  MEET. 


1.  Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  riv  - cr,  Where  the  surg  - cs  ne’er  shall  roll,  Where  in 

2.  Shall  we  meet  in  that  blest  harbor,  When  our  stormy  voyage  is  o’er;  Shall  we 


all  the  bright  for  - cv  - cr,  Sorrow  ne’er  shall  press  the  soul  ? Shall  we  meet,  shall  we 
meet  and  cast  our  anchor,  By  the  fair  cc  - les  - tial  shore  ? Shall  we  meet,  shall  we 


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Where  our  wand’rings  all  shall  cease  ; 
There  we’ll  meet  our  dear  companions, 
And  be  crown’d  with  perfect  peace. 


3.  Yes,  we’ll  meet  where  bliss  immortal, 

Sweeter  far  than  rest  can  be ; 

And  before  the  throne  eternal, 

All  our  earthly  triumphs  sec. 

4.  We  shall  meet,  where  all  is  onward, 

Every  change  new  glories  bring ; 
And  the  host  still  moving  forward, 
Glorify  our  heav’nly  King. 

5.  We  shall  meet,  O,  weary  brother, 

When  the  burden  we  lay  down  ; 

We  shall  change  our  cross  of  anguish, 
For  a bright  unfading  crown. 


Conclusion  of  Hymn  on  the  opposite  Page. 


3.  Shall  we  meet  in  yonder  city, 

Where  the  towers  of  crystal  shine 
Where  the  walls  are  all  of  jasper, 
Built  by  workmanship  divine. 

4.  Where  the  music  of  the  ransomed, 

Rolls  its  harmony  around ; 


And  creation  swells  the  chorus, 

With  its  sweet  melodious  sound. 

5.  Shall  we  meet  with  many  a loved  one, 
That  was  torn  from  our  embrace? 
Shall  we  listen  to  their  voices, 

And  behold  them  face  to  face? 


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TEE  CHILDREN’ S JUBILEE. 


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1.  I’ll  a -wake  at  dawn  on  the  Sabbath  day,  For^tis  wrong  to  doze  holy  time  a - way ; 

2.  Birds  awake  betimes,  every  morn  they  sing ; None  arc  tardy  there, when  the  woods  do  ring; 


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They  the  call  obey — none  arc  tardy  then ; 

Nor  will  I forget  that  it  is  my  rule 
Never  to  be  late  at  the  Sabbath  School. 


4.  But  these  Sabbath  days  will  too  soon  be  o’er, 
And  these  happy  hours  shall  return  no  more ; 
Then  I’ll  ne’er  regret  that  it  was  my  rule 
Never  to  be  late  at  the  Sabbath  School. 


Conclusion  of  Hnmn  on  the  opposite  Page. 


3.  Hosanna,  sound  from  hill  to  hill, 

And  spread  from  plain  to  plain, 
While  louder,  sweeter,  clearer  still, 
Woods  echo  to  the  strain.  Cho. 

4.  Hosanna,  on  the  wings  cf  light, 

O’er  earth  and  ocean  fly, 


Till  morn  to  eve,  and  noon  to  night, 
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5.  Hosanna,  then,  our  song  shall  be; 
Hosanna  to  our  King : 

This  is  the  children’s  jubilee ; 

Let  all  the  children  Sing.  Cho. 


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In  ocean  deep,  or  air, 

Where  skill  and  wisdom  are  not  found ; 
For  God  is  everywhere. 

4.  Around,  beneath,  below,  above, 

Wherever  space  extends 
There  Heaven  displays  its  boundless  love. 
And  power  with  goodness  blends. 


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4. 


Thou,  O Christ,  art  all  I want : 
More  than  all  in  thee  I find  : 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 
Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name ; 

I am  all  unrighteousness ; 

False  and  full  of  sin  I am  ; 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 


Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 
Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin  : 

Let  the  healing  streams  abound  ; 

Make  and  keep  xnc  pure  within. 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art ; 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee : 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, 
Rise  to  all  eternity. 


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Sweet  fields  array’d  in  living  green, 

And  rivers  of  delight.  Then  let  us,  &c.> 

3. 


O’er  all  those  wide  extended  plains, 

Shines  one  eternal  day ; 

There  God  the  Son  forever  reigns, 

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No  chilling  winds,  or  pois’nous  breath. 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 

Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 

Are  felt  and  fear’d  no  more.  Then  let,  &c. 

5. 

Fill’d  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 
Would  here  no  longer  stay : 

Though  Jordan’s  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I’d  launch  away.  Then  let  us,  &c. 


I'M  GOING  HOME. 


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1.  My  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair,  No  pain  nor  death  can  en  - ter  there; 
Clio.  I’m  go  - ing  home,  I’m  go  - ing  home,  I’m  go  - ing  home  to  die  no  more. 


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Its  glit  - t’ring  towers  the  sun  out  - shine ; That  heavenly  man  - sion  shall  be  mine. 
To  die  no  more,  to  die  no  more,  I’m  go  - ing  home  to  die  no  more. 

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Mv  Father’s  house  is  built  on  high, 

Far  far  above  the  starry  sky  ; 

When  from  this  earthly  prison  free, 

That  heavenly  mansion  mine  shall  be. 
3. 

While  here  a stranger  far  from  home, 
Affliction’s  waves  may  round  me  foam  ; 
And  though  like  Lazarus  sick  and  poor, 
My  heavenly  mansion  is  secure. 


4. 

Let  others  seek  a home  below, 

Which  flames  devour  or  waves  o’er-flow ; 
Be  mine  the  happier  lot  to  own, 

A heavenly  mansion  near  the  throne. 

5. 

Then  fail  this  earth,  let  stars  decline, 

And  sun,  and  moon  refuse  to  shine. 

All  nature  sink  and  cease  to  be, 

That  heavenly  mansion  stands  for  mo. 


JOYFULLY. 


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I LONG-  TO  BE  LIKE  JESUS. 


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I long  to  live  for  Jesns, 

And  walk  in  his  commands ; 
And  spread-  the  glory  of  his  cross, 
O’er  distant  seas  and  land. 

I long  to  sing  to  Jesus, 

A song  of  grateful  love  ; 

And  swell  the  mighty  anthem 
Sung  by  the  hosts  above. 


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I long  to  reign  with  Jesus, 

And  wear  the  crown  he  gives ; 
To  all  who  reach  the  happy  place 
Where  he  in  triumph  lives. 

I long  be  like  Jesus, 

To  bear  his  image  bright : 

To  breathe  his  spirit  and  to  wear, 
His  livery  of  light. 


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And  the  angel  bands  are  singing, 
There,  these  is  rest.  Rest,  &c. 

5.  And  while  we  on  earth  are  praying, 

Jesus  the  blest, 

Unto  us  is  sweetly  saying 

There,  there  is  rest.  Rest,  &c. 


3.  There  arc  those  who’vc  gone  before  us. 
All  who  arc  blest ; 

Singing  now  the  happy  chorus, 

There,  there  is  rest.  Rest,  &c. 


G.  We  shall  meet  where  parting  never. 
Comes  to  the  blest ; 

And  we’ll  safely  dwell  forever 
In  heavenly  rest.  Rest,  &c. 


WHO  SHALL  SIHG. 


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2. 

There's  a choir  of  infant  songsters, 
White-robed,  round  the  Saviour’s  throne; 
Angels  cease,  and  waiting,  listen  ! 

Oh  ! tis  sweeter  than  their  own ! 

Faith  can  hear  the  rapturous  choral, 

When  her  car  i3  upward  turned ; 

Is  not  this  the  same,  perfected, 

Which  upon  the  earth  they  learned  ? 


3. 

Jesus,  when  on  earth  sojourning, 
Loved  them  with  a wondrous  love  ; 
And  will  lie,  to  heaven  returning, 
Faithless  to  his  blessing  prove  ? 

Oh  ! they  can  not  sing  too  early; 

Fathers,  stand  not  in  their  way ! 
Birds  do  sing  while  day  is  breaking — 
Tell  me,  then,  why  should  not  they  7 


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THE  GATE  OF  EEAVEH. 

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Hark,  the  Sabbath  Bells  arc  ringing — 
Children  listen  to  the  sound — 
Gather  where,  sweet  anthems  singing, 
Followers  of  “ the  Lamb”  are  found. 
Haste  away,  the  morn  is  smiling — 

To  the  Sabbath  School  repair, 

Let  no  worldly  tho’t  beguiling, 

Keep  you  from  your  duty  there, 
Keep  you  from  your  duty  there. 


2. 

Yes  ! I’ll  to  my  bosom  press  thee ; 

Precious  word  ! I’ll  hide  thee  here ! 

Sure  my  very  heart  will  bless  thee, 

For  thou  ever  say’st,  “ Good  cheer !” 

Speak,  poor  heart,  and  tell  thy  pond’rings : 
Tell  how  fdr  thy  rovings  led, 

When  this  book  brought  back  thy  wand’rings,. 
Speaking  life  as  from  the  dead, 

Speaking  life  as  from  the  dead. 


THE  BIBLE. 

Blessed  Bible ! how  I love  it ! 

How  it  docs  my  bosom  cheer ! 

What  hath  earth  like  this  to  covet  ? 

O,  what  stores  of  wealth  arc  here  ! 
Man  was  lost,  and  doomed  to  sorrow, — 
Not  one  ray  of  light  or  bliss 
Could  he  from  earth’s  treasure  borrow. 
Till  his  way  was  cheered  by  this, 

Till  his  way  was  cheered  by  this. 


3. 

Yes ! sweet  Bible  ! I will  hide  thee 
Deep — yes  ! deeper  in  this  heart ! 

Thou  through  all  my  life  wilt  guide  me. 
And  in  death  we  will  not  part. 

Part  in  death  ? No  ! never ! never! 

Through  death’s  vale  I’ll  lean  on  thee; 
Then  in  worlds  above,  forever, 

Sweeter  still  thy  truths  shall  be, 
Sweeter  still  thy  truths  shall  be. 


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LET  EVERY  HEART  REJOICE. 

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Kept  by  a father’s  hand. 

Love  cannot  die. 

O,  then  to  glory  run ; 

Be  a crown  and  kingdom  won. 
And,  bright  above  the  sun, 

Reign  ever  more. 


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1.  Sleep,  baby  sleep  ; 

Thy  Father  watches  his  sheep ; 

Thy  Mother  is  shaking  the  dream-land  tree. 
And  down  falls  a little  dream  on  thee : 
Sleep,  baby  sleep. 

2.  Sleep,  baby  sleep ; 

The  large  stars  are  the  sheep  ; 

The  little  stars  are  the  lambs  I guess, 

And  the  bright  moon  is  the  Shepherdess : 
Sleep,  baby  sleep. 


3.  Sleep,  baby  sleep ; 

Thy  Saviour  loves  his  sheep ; 

He  is  the  Son  of  God  on  high, 

Who  for  our  sakes  came  down  to  die : 
Sleep,  baby  sleep. 

4.  Sleep,  baby  sleep ; 

The  morning  light  will  peep ; 

The  sun  will  come  to  see  my  dear, 

The  birds  will  sing  his  heart  to  cheer: 
Sleep,  baby  sleep. 


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And  Christ  is  the  Captain  of  our  little  band,  Whatever  opposes,  for  him  we  shall  stand. 


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To  God,  for  our  armour,  we’ll  fail  not  to  go, 
He’ll  clothe  us  with  truth  and  with  righteousness 
too ; 

The  “Gospel  of  peace”  shall  our  footsteps  attend, 
The  good  “shield  of  faith”  from  all  harm  shall  de- 
fend. We  will  stand,  &c. 

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Salvation  our  helmet,  the  Bible  our  sword, 

Tho’  wily  our  foes,  we’re  strong  in  the  Lord ; 


While  watching  and  praying  our  armor  keeps 
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Our  Jesus  will  help  us  to  stand  for  the  right. 

We  will  stand,  &c. 

4. 

Tho’  little  temptations,  the  worst  ones  of  all. 

Will  often  beset  us,  aud  cause  us  to  fall; 

We’ll  “stand  up  for  Jesus,”  and,  when  life  is  o’er, 
For  us  He’ll  be  standing  on  Jordan’s  bright  shore. 
We  will  stand,  &c. 


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Our  time  as  a stream, 

Glides  swiftly  away, 

Glides  swiftly  away ; 

And  the  fugitive  moments  refuses  to  stay ; 
And  the  fugitive  moments  refuses  to  stay. 


0,  that  each  from  his  Lord 
May  receive  the  glad  word, 

“Well  and  faithfully  done, 

Well  and  faithfully  done ; 

Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on  my  throne, 
Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on  my  throne/ 


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Living  in  the  silent  hours, 

Where  our  spirits  only  blend ; 

They  unlinked  from  earthly  trouble, 
We  still  hoping  for  its  end. 

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How  such  holy  mem’ries  cluster, 

Like  the  stars  when  storms  are  past ; 
Pointing  up  to  that  fair  haven, 

We  may  hope  to  gain  at  last. 


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Delay  not,  delay  not,  0 sinner  draw  near ; 

The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowing  for  thee ; 

No  price  is  demanded,  the  Saviour  is  here, 
Redemption  is  purchas’d,  salvation  is  free. 

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Delay  not,  delay  not,  O Sinner,  to  come, 

For  mercy  still  lingers,  and  calls  thee  to  day; 
Her  voice  is  not  heard  in  the  vale  of  the  tomb ; 

Her  message,  unheeded,  will  soon  pass  away. 

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Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  Spirit  of  Grace, 

Long  griev’d  and  resisted,  may  take  its  sad  flight. 
And  leave  thee  in  darkness  to  finish  thy  race. 

To  sink  in  the  vale  of  eternity’s  night. 

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Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  hour  is  at  hand, 

The  earth  shall  dissolve,  and  the  heavens  shall  fade ; 
The  dead,  small  and  great,  in  the  judgment  shall  stand 
What  pow’r  then,  O sinner  shall  lend  thee  its  aid. 


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Tar  - ry  with  me,  O my  Sa  - viour,  Pass  me  not  un  - heed  - cd  by; 

Tar  - ry,  thou  for  - giv  - ing  Sa  - viour.  Wash  me  wliol  - ly  from  my  mil ; 

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In  the  bright  days  of  the  past ; 

But  the  grave  has  closed  above  them, 
And  I linger  here  the  last. 

I am  lonely,  tarry  with  me, 

Till  the  dreary  night  is  pass’d. 

I am  lonely,  tarry  with  me, 

Till  the  dreary  night  is  pass’d. 

4.  Deeper,  deeper  grow  the  shadows ; 

Paler  now  the  glowing  west ; 

Swift  the  night  of  death  advances, 

Shall  it  bo  the  night  of  rest  ? 

Tarry  with  me,  O my  Saviour, 

Lay  my  head  upon  thy  breast. 

Tarry  with  me,  O my  Saviour, 

Lay  my  head  upon  thy  breast. 

CONSECRATION. 

1.  Here’s  my  heart — to  God  I give  it; 

Voice  and  tongue — to  praise  his  name ; 
I have  life — to  Him  I live  it ; 


Hands — to  Him  devote  the  same. 

I have  thought — the  greatest  pleasure 
Which  tiie  universe  can  sing ; 

There  is  no  material  treasure 
Which  can  such  possessions  bring. 

2.  I’ve  a field — to  sow  and  reap  it — 

And  must  reap  whate’er  it  grows  ; 
I’ve  a paradise — I’ll  keep  it, 

For  it  blossoms  as  the  rose. 

I’ve  a conscience — thus  protected, 
Worth  a throne,  and  diadem ; 

I’ve  a mansion — well  selected 
In  the  new  Jerusalem. 

3.  I have  ears — to  hear  the  story 

Men  and  angels  love  to  tell ; 

Eyes— to  see  the  rising  glory, 

Which  shall  Zion’s  triumph  swell. 

I have  prayer— to  God  I make  it, 
While  mine  eye  his  throne  surveys ; 
I’ve  a golden  harp,  I’ll  wake  it 
To  a song  of  endless  praise. 


102  SWEET  SABBATH  SCHOOL. 


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1.  Oh ! I have  roamed  thro'  sin’s  dark  maze, 

A stranger  to  delight ; 

Not  friendship’s  hopes  nor  love’s  sweet  smiles, 
Could  make  my  pathway  bright. 

Till  on  the  sky  a star  arose, 

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2.  Oh ! Eden,  is  my  place  of  rest, 

I long  to  reach  its  shore ; 

To  throw  these  troubles  from  my  breast. 

To  weep  and  sigh  no  more  : 

To  that  fair  land  my  spirit  flies, 

And  angels  bid  me  come : 

O,  steer  my  bark  o’er  Jordan’s  waves, 

For  Eden  is  my  home. 

3.  0,  take  me  from  this  world  of  woe, 

To  my  blest  home  above, 

Where  tears  of  sorrow  never  flow, 

And  all  the  air  is  love : 


There  happy  spirits  wait  for  me, 

And  Jesus  bids  me  come  : 

O,  steer  my  bark  to  that  fair  land, 

For  Eden  is  my  home. 

SCRIPTURE  INSTRUCTION. 

1 . How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts, 

And  guard  their  lives  from  sin  'l 
Thy  Word  the  choicest  rules  imparts. 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

’Tis  like  the  sun,  a heavenly  light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  day ; 

And  through  the  dangers  of  the  night 
A lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

2.  Thy  Word  is  everlasting  truth; 

How  pure  is  every  page  ! 

That  Holy  Book  will  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  support  our  age. 

Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wise : 

I hate  the  sinner’s  road ; 

I hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rise, 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 


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If  we  tarry  bv  the  way; 

Or  disturb  the  school  reciting, 

On  this  holy  Sabbath-day. 

4. 

When  the  Sabbath  bell  is  ringing, 
Let  us  to  the  school  repair. 

That  wc  may  unite  in  singing, 

And  together  kneel  in  prayer. 


BEREAVEMENT  AND  RESIGNATION. 

Jesus,  while  our  hearts  are  bleeding 
O’er  the  spoils  that  death  has  won, 
We  would  at  this  solemn  meeting, 
Calmly  say, — Thy  will  be  done. 

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Though  cast  down,  we’re,  not  forsaken ; 

Though  afflicted,  not  alone ; 

Thou  didst  give,  and  thou  hast  taken ; 
Blessed  Lord, — Thy  will  be  done. 

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Tho’  to-day  we’re  fill’d  with  mourning, 
Mercy  still  is  on  the  throne ; 

Witli  thv  smiles  of  love  returning, 

We  can  sing, — Thy  will  be  done. 

4. 

By  thy  hands  the  boon  was  given ; 

Thou  hast  taken  but  thine  own  ; 

Lord  of  earth,  and  God  of  heaven, 

Ever  more, — Thy  will  be  done. 


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God  still  watches  o’er  my  head ; 
Night  or  day,  at  church  or  fair, 

God  is  ever,  ever  near, 

Marking  all  I do  or  say, 

Pointing  to  the  happy  way. 


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While  on  this  earth  I stay; 

I’ll  sing  my  Jesus’  lovely  name, 

When  all  things  else  decay. 

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3.  Where  are  they  so  kindly  taught  4.  May  wo  love  this  holy  day, 

Who  should  rule  in  every  thought. 

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2.  If  ever  life  should  seem 

To  thee  a toilsome  way, — 

And  gladness  cease  to  beam 
Upon  its  clouded  day ; 

If  like  the  weary  dove, 

O’er  shoreless  oceans  driven ; 

Raise  thou  thine  eyes  above, 

There’s  rest  for  thee  in  heaven.  Cho. 

3.  But  O ! if  thornless  flowers, 

Throughout  thy  pathway  bloom, — 
And  joy’ly  fleet  the  hours, 

Unstained  by  earthly  gloom;— 

Still,  let  not  ev’ry  thought 
To  this  poor  world  be  given  ; 

Nor  always  be  forgot, 

Thy  better  rest  in  heaven.  Cho 

4.  When  sickness  pales  thy  cheek, 

And  dims  thy  lustrous  eye, 

And  pulses  low  and  weak, 

Tell  of  a time  to  die ; — 

Sweet  hope  will  whisper  then. 


Though  thou  from  earth  be  riven, 
There’s  bliss  beyond  the  ken, 

There’s  rest  for  thee  in  heaven.  Cho. 

CLOSE  OF  THE  SABBATH. 

1.  The  light  of  Sabbath  eve 

Is  fading  fast  away ; 

What  record  will  it  leave, 

To  crown  the  closing  day  ? 

Is  it  a Sabbath  spent, 

Of  fruitless  time  destroy’d  ? 

Or  have  these  moments  lent. 

Been  sacredly  employed? 

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But  may  our  Sabbaths  here 
Inspire  our  hearts  with  love ; 

And  prove  a foretaste  clear 
Of  that  sweet  rest  above.  Cho. 


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1.  This  morning,  Lord,  attend, 

While  we  arc  bowed  in  prayer; 

And  from  thy  glorious  throne  descend, 
And  in  our  midst  appear. 

2.  Make  this  thy  dwelling  place, 

While  we  assembled  stay, 

Inspire  each  youthful  soul  with  grace, 
And  wash  our  sins  „away. 

3.  O,  let  this  morning  be 

Devoted  to  thy  ways  ; 

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And  fill  each  heart  with  praise. 


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With  gratitude  review, 

The  service  of  this  day, 

The  work  we  now  pursue ; 

And  speed  our  way  to  worlds  above, 
Witli  hearts  all  fired  with  holy  love. 

3.  We  know  that  soon  on  earth 

The  fondest  ties  must  end, — 
Our  own  most  cherished  hopes 


To  death’s  cold  hand  must  bend. 
The  fairest  flowers  in  all  their  bloom, 
Must  soon  lie  withered  in  the  tomb. 

4.  Then  when  our  spirits  leave 
These  tenements  of  clay, 

May  they  to  God  who  gave, 

Ascend,  in  endless  day. 

And  sing  with  parents,  teachers,  friends. 
That  anthem  sweet,  which  never  ends. 


114 


LOVE  OF  THE  SABBATH  SCHOOL. 

Words  by  Mrs.  Maky  A.  Denison. 


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115 


Rev.  G.  W.  Ballou. 


Lo ! the  gospel  ship  is  sailing,  Bound  for  Canaan’s  happy  shore ; All  who  wish  to  sail  for  glory, 
2.  Thousands  she  has  safely  landed,  Far  beyond  this  mortal  shore ; Thousands  still  are  sailing  in  her. 


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Yet  there’s  room  for  thousands  more. 


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Richly  laden  with  provisions, 

Want  her  sailors  never  know, 

Gospel  grace,  and  every  blessing, 
From  her  noble  pilot  flow. 

4. 

Sails  well  filled  with  heavenly  breezes, 
Swiftly  waft  the  ship  along; 

All  her  company  rejoicing ; 

“Glory!”  bursts  from  every  tongue. 


Conclusion  of  Hymn  on  the  opposite  Page. 

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3. 

Lord,  in  this  happy  hour 

'reach  our  young  souls  of  thee — 
That  wo  may  know  thy  burning  zeal, 

Thy  sweet  humility 

Thy  priceless  love  to  man, 

That  sent  thee  from  the  skies 
To  teach  a little  loving  child, 

The  way  to  Paradise. 


Then  as  we  hither  come 

With  songs  and  words  of  love, 

O ! may  our  thoughts  repair  from  earth, 
Our  prayers  ascend  above ; 

That,  when  our  work  is  done, 

And  we  arc  called  to  die, 

Our  living  souls  may  soar  to  join, 

The  Sabbath  School  on  high. 


116 


JESUS  OUK  PEIE WD. 


A.  H. 


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2.  When  thou  wert  here  below, 

Jesus  our  licav’nly  friend ; 
Thou  didst  our  sorrows  know, 
Jesus  our  friend. 

Grant  to  each  heart  to  feel. 
That  thou  hast  power  to  heal. 
And  Oh,  thyself  reveal, 

Jesus  our  friend. 

3.  Tender  and  patient,  thou, 

-Jesus,  our  heav’nly  friend; 
To  thy  dear  love  wo  bow, 
Jesus  our  friend. 


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Trusting  thy  promise  sure, 
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We  hope  to  see  thy  face, 

Jesus  our  friend. 

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Throughout  eternal  days, 

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AMERICA. 


117 


I My  country  *tis  of  thee,  Sweet  land  of  Lib  - er  - ty,  Of  thee  I sing ; Land  where  my 
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Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  sing  from  all  the  trees 
Sweet  freedom’s  song ; 

Let  mortal  tongues  awake ; 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake : 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break. 
The  sound  prolong. 


4. 

Our  fathers’  God  ! to  thee, 
Author  of  Liberty ! 

To  thee  we  sing ; 

Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  freedom’s  holy  light: 
Protect  us  bv  thy  might, 
Great  God,  our  King ! 


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you  and  me,  I’m  glad  sal  - va  - tion’s  free. 


3.  Say,  children,  can  you  still 

Resist  his  dying  love ; 

‘ Refuse  the  offers  of  his  grace. 
And  lose  a home  above  1 

4.  Gaze  on  the  bloody  cross  ; 

Gaze  on  your  dying  Lord ; 
Now  think  lie  only  died  to  save 
From  hell,  from  sin’s  reward ! 


2.  He  bought  you  with  his  blood, 

He’ll  wash  you  white  as  snow, 

And  thro’  your  soul  the  peaceful  stream 
Of  love  and  joy  shall  flow. 

Conclusion  of  Hymn  on  the  opposite  Paye. 
3.  Beautiful  crowns  on  every  brow, 

Beautiful  palms  the  conquerors  show  ; 

, Beautiful  robes  the  ransomed  wear, 

Beautiful  all  who  enter  there. 

Thither  I press  with  eager  feet, 

There  shall  my  rest  be  iong  and  sweet. 


5.  No  longer  steel  your  heart ! — 
’T  will  not  avail  you  aught ; 
Why  ruin  your  immortal  soul  ? 
Your  liberty  is  bought. 


Beautiful  songs  the  angels  sing; 
Beautiful  rest — all  wanderings  cease, 
Beautiful  home  of  perfect  peace. 
There  shall  my  eyes  the  Saviour  see, 
Haste  to  his  heavenly  home  with  me. 


sing,  god  is  love, 


1.  Come,  let  us  all  u - nite  and  sing,  God  is  love,  God  is  love ; While  heav’n  and  earth  their 

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A.  H. 


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My  na  - turc  is  by  sin  de  - filed,  Yet  Je  - sus  loves  a lit  - tie  child. 

For  children’s  sake  he  was  re  - vilcd,  For  Jc  - sus  loves  a lit  - tie  child. 

If  I re  - pent,  he’s  rec  - on  - ciled,  For  Je  - sus  loves  a lit  - tie  child. 


3. 


Conclusion  of  Hymn  on  the  opposite  Page. 


How  happy  is  our  portion  here, 

God  is  love,  God  is  love ; 

His  promises  our  spirits  cheer; 

God  is  love,  God  is  love. 

Ho  is  our  sun  and  shield  by  day, 

By  night  he  near  our  tents  will  stay, 
He  will  be  with  us  all  the  way, — 
God  is  love,  God  is  love. 


What  tho’  my  heart  and  flesh  shall  fail, 
God  is  love,  God  is  love ; 

Thro’  Christ  I shall  o’er  death  prevail,— 
God  is  love,  God  is  love. 

Thro’  Jordan’s  swell  I will  not  fear; 

My  Jesus  will  be  with  me  there, 

My  head  above  the  vvaves  to  bear,— 

God  is  love,  God  is  love. 


122 


BEST  EOR  THE  WEARY. 


Rev.  W.  McDonald. 

Arr.  Ey  Permission. 


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By  cool  Siloam’s  shady  rill 
The  lily  must  decay; 

The  rose  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 


And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour 
Of  man’s  maturcr  age 
Will ‘shake  the  soul  with  sorrow’s  power. 
And  stormy  passion’s  rage. 


4.  Death  itself  shall  then  be  vanquish’d 
And  its  sting  shall  be  withdrawn ; 
Shout  for  gladness,  O ye  ransomed, 
Hail  with  joy  the  rising  morn. 

There  is  rest,  &c. 


Conclusion  of  Hymn  on  the  opposite  Page. 


5.  Sing,  O sing,  yo  heirs  of  glory; 
Shout  your  triumph  as  you  go ; 
Zion’s  gates  will  open  for  you, 

You  shall  find  an  entrance  through. 
There  is  rest,  &c. 


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Maestoso. 


THE  CIKYSTAL  STBEAM. 


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harps  shall  sound  with  glad  re  - bound,  The  cch  - o - mg  rocks  shall  sing  for  joy, 
wait  - ing  here  our  hearts  will  cheer,  With  all  that’s  pure,  and  bright,  and  fair ; 


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And  when  the  heav’n  - ly  land  we  gain,  We’ll  hymns  of  praise  sing  loud  - cr  then, 


XIsT  DEX  OF  TXJ3STES 


America G&  4s. 

Around  tlic  throne  of  God 

Beyond  the  river 7 & Cs. 

Childhood’s  years 8 & 7s. 

Clinging  to  the  rock 

Come  to  Jesus 

Cross  and  Crown c.  M. 

Defence 7s. 

Evening  shades 8 & 7s. 

Emmons o.  M. 

Fairmount 8 & Gs. 

Gather  them  in 

God  is  love 8&  7s. 

Going  home 

Heaven  is  my  home G & 4s. 

If  we  knew 8 & 7s. 

I long  to  he  there 


I long  to  be  like  Jesus. . .7  & 6°. 

I’m  going  home L.  m. 

I want  to  be  an  angel 7 & Gs. 

Jesus  loves  a little  child.. . L.  M. 


Jesus  our  friend G & 4s. 

Joyfully 10s. 

Let  every  heart  rqjoice 

Life’s  battle  field 

Life’s  flowing  river 8 & 7s. 

Life’s  stormy  sea 


117 

7 

28 

74 

10G 

67 

53 


84 

99 

109 

35 

20 

55 

25 

45 

18 

24 

89 

87 
61 

121 

116 

88 

94 

70 

CS 

G2 

59 


Little  ones  listen 4 

Look  for  the  promised  land 48 

Love  of  the  S.  School s.  m.  114 

Martyn  7s.  105 

Meet  again 7s.  49 

Missionary  Hymn 7s.  107 

Morning  Hymn s.  M.  112 

Moss  Hill c.  M.  16 

Mount  Pleasant h.  m.  113 

Mount  Zion 118 

My  spirit  home L.  M.  42 

My  dear  Sunday  School 38 

Nearer  home 8 & 7s.  22 

Nearer  my  God  to  thee. . G & 4s.  34 

Never  late 10s.  83 

No  night  in  heaven 10s.  5 

Parting G & 5s.  54 

Penitence 7,  G & 8s.  12 

Praise  the  God  of  love 96 

Rest  in  heaven Gs.  110 

Rest  for  the  weary 8 & 7s.  122 

Rock  of  ages 7s.  6 lines.  6 

Salvation’s  free s.  M.  119 

Sabbath  bells l.  m.  30 

Sing,  God  is  love 120 

Sing  God’s  praise 3 

Siloam c.  m.  123 

Shall  we  meet 8 & 7s.  80 

Shun  the  cup.  Temperance 43 

Soldier  of  the  cross 40 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer L.  M.  50 

Sweet  Sabbath  School c.  M.  102 

Sweet  the  moments 8&7s.  36 


Tarry  with  me 8 & 7s. 

There’s  not  a star c.  M. 

There,  there  is  rest 

Twilight 7 & Gs. 

The  Beautiful  river 

The  Children’s  jubilee c.  M. 


'The  Gate  of  heaven 8 & 7s. 

The  Happy  song 

| Tlic  Happy  land G,  4 & 7s. 

The  Happy  place c.  M. 

jTlie  Heavenly  canaan c.  M. 

The  Little  travelers 7s. 

The  New  year 11s. 

The  Pilgrim 11s. 

The  Pleasant  Sabbath  School... 

The  Promised  land 

The  Prodigal’s  return c.  »r. 

The  Spirit  land 8 & 7s. 

The  Saviour’s  love c.  M. 

The  Ship  of  canaan 8 & 7s. 

The  Sunday  School 8 & 6s. 


The  Sunday  School  army 

The  Wanderer s.  M. 

The  Youthful  pilgrim L.  M. 

Very  little  things  are  we 

Waiting  by  the  river 8 & 7s. 

Walk  in  tiie  light 

I We’ll  stand  for  the  right 

| Where  do  children  love  to  go.7s. 

i When  tlic  morning  light 

When  the  Sabbath  bells. 8 & 7s. 


Who  shall  sing 8 & 7s. 

Yes  we’ll  meet 8 & 7s. 


100 

85 
90 
10 
56 
82 

124 

92 

69 

95 

29 

86 
14 
98 

71 

72 
72 
78 
58 
46 

115 

26 

76 

64 

32 


8 

60 

97 

108 

52 

104 

91 

81 


IXsTiDEX:  OP1  FIRST  PPHSTIES, 


Afflictions  tho’  tlicy  seem  severe 

Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven 

Beautiful  Zion  built  above 

Beyond  life’s  raging  fever 

Blessed  Bible,  how  I love  it 

By  cool  Siloam’s  shady  rill 

Cease,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish  — 

Childhood  years  are  passing  o’er  us  

Children,  on  life’s  battle  held 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King 

Come,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing 

Come  to  Jesus,  just  now 

Come  ret  us  anew  our  journey  pursue — 

Come,  let  us  all  unite  and  sing 

Come  poor  pilgrim,  sad  and  weary 

Come  where  Bible  truths  are  spoken.  — 

Days,  and  weeks,  and  months,  returning. 

Dear  Father,  ere  we  part 

Dear  Jesus,  ever  at  my  side 

Delay  not,  delay  not,  O sinner  draw  near. 

Faintly  flow  thou  falling  river ... 

Far  beyond  the  dark  blue  sea 

Gather  them  in  from  the  broad  highway.. 

Gently,  Lord,  O gently  lead  us 

God  is  love ; liis  mercy  brightens 

God  can  see  me  every  day 

Here’s  my  heart— to  God  I give  it 

Hosanna,  be  the  children’s  song 

Holy  Bible ! book  divine 

How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts.. 

1 have  a home  beyond  the  sky 


I have  a Father  in  the  promised  land 44 

If  we  knew,  when  walking  thoughtless 18 

I know  ’tis  Jesus  loves  my  soul 121 

I love  the  rfburts  of  God 114 

I long  to  be  like  Jesus 89 

I’ll  awake  at  (lawn  on  the  Sabbath  day 83 

In  life’s  bright  morning  learn  to  sing 3 

In  the  Christian’s  home  in  glory 122 

I’m  but  a stranger  here 45 

I’m  sailing  on  lile’s  stormy  sea G2 

1 was  a wandering  sheep 64 

I want  to  be  an  angel 61 

I would  a youthful  pilgrim  be 32 

I’ve  roamed  over  mountain,  I’ve  crossed  over. ...  39 

Jesus,  while  our  hearts  are  bleeding 104 

Jesus  let  thy  pitying  eye 12 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul 84 

Jesus  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone 33 

Joyfully,  joyfully  onward  1 move 88 

Let  every  heart  rejoice  and  sing 94 

Little  drops  of  water 59 

Little  eyes,  little  eyes 4 

Little  travelers  zionward 14 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling 37 

Lo!  the  gospel  ship  is  sailing 115 

Mary  at  the  Saviour’s  tomb 105 

Meet  again ! when  life  is  o’er 49 

Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone 53 

My  country  ’tis  of  thee 117 

My  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair 87 

My  rest  is  In  heaven,  my  rest  is  not  here 74 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee 34 

No  night  shall  be  in  heaven 5 

Now  come  and  seek  tire  Lord 119 


78 

7 

118 

28 

93 

123 

75 

74 

70 

15 

69 

67 

98 

120 

90 

92 

69 

113 

46 

99 

68 

107 

20 

75 

55 

105  j 

101 ! 

82 

15 

103 

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Oil!  bright  is  the  wine,  the  ruby  wine 

Oh!  I have  roamed  thro’  sin’s  dark  maze  — 

O’er  the  hills  the  sun  is  setting 

O,  do  not  be  discouraged 

O,  have  you  not  heard  of  a beautiful  stream. 

O,  how  pleasant  is  the  Sabbath  School 

On  Jordan’s  stormy  banks  I stand 

Our  Sabbath  School,  our  Sabbath  School 

O,  what  hath  Jesus  bought  for  me 

Pilgrims  on  the  burning  sand 

Pleasant  is  the  Sabbath  bell 

Praise  the  God  of  love 

Remember  tliy  Creator 

Rock  of  ages  cleft  for  me 

Serene  I laid  me  down 

Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river 

Should  sorrow  o’er  thy  brow 

Silently  the  shades  of  evening 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer 

Sweet  is  the  time  of  spring 

Sweet  Sabbath  School,  place  dear  to  me 

Sweet  Sabbath  hours!  so  full  of  grace 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing 

Sweet  ’tis  to  sing  of  thee 

Sleep,  baby  sleep 

Tarry  with  me,  0 my  Saviour 

The  mellow  eve  is  gliding 

The  light  of  Sabbath  eve 

The  Sabbath  bell ! the  Sabbath  bell 


The  Sunday  School,  that  blessed  place 29 

rl  he  Sunday  School,  with  joy  so  full 20 

This  life  is  a battle  with  Satan 97 

This  morning,  Lord,  attend 112 

’Tis  religion  that  can  give GO 

There  is  a land  of  pure  delight 17 

There  is  a happy  land 95 

There’s  not  a star  whose  twinkling  light 85 

Thou  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb 109 

To  the  sports  of  the  thoughtless 38 

Vain,  delusive  world,  adieu 13 

Very  little  things  are  we 9 

We  are  now  in  youth’s  bright  morning 60 

We  are  waiting  ,by  the  river 8 

We  are  going,  going,  going 25 

We’ll  not  give  up  the  Bible 16 

Where  do  children  love  to  go 108 

When  I think  of  that  city  of  light 24 

When  shall  we  meet  again 54 

When  the  morning  light  drives  away  the  night. . 62 

When  shall  the  voice  of  singing 11 

When  the  Sabbath  bell  is  ringing 104 

When  the  tempest  rages  high..  106 

When  we  arrive  at  the  distant  hills 124 

When  we  hear  the  music  ringing 58 

Whither  pilgrims  arc  you  going 25 

Who  shall  sing  if  not  the  children 91 

Ye  soldiers  of  the  Cross 40 

Yes,  we’ll  meet  beyond  the  river 81 


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